Rest Poem by Andrew Hinton

Rest

Rating: 4.0


Hear the wind howling through broken homes,
Watch it carry the pages of ancient tomes.
Through the streets and empty roads,
Feeling only heavy loads.

Feel the sky and its depth of grey,
Cry alone at night as you lay.
With feet covered in open sores,
Trying to open closed doors.

The sun doesn't seem to rise anymore,
Leaving you without a reason to live for.
The ocean ceases to move in its dance,
Flat as a mirror reflecting your stance.

Sickness inside that you can only hide,
No one left in whom you can confide.
All the times you have ever lied,
Push the air out of your lungs with a sigh.

Being old be for your time,
Sinking slowly into grime.
Is there a way back?
Has reality begun to crack?

Were is the ceasing of this tear,
That pulled me from a reality fair.
Where is the pill to put me back to sleep,
Just lock me in the dark- somewhere deep.

Let me rest from the war,
Even though allegiance I swore.
The deaths have been far too high,
I've watched my friends die.

Where is the peace that I was promised?
Or the rest from wondering alone?
Hope for the dead on this list?
And youth for all the time I missed?

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